Page 103 of Enchanted Heir
I took another small step forward.
The orbs moved in closer.
I took a huge step forward, closing the gap between Krew and I. Any closer and I’d be standing on his boots. “Close enough, My Prince?”
He grabbed me by the waist, and moved me even closer, our chests pressing into one another. “Never,” he whispered before his lips crashed into mine.
I thought it would be a brief kiss since we were supposed to be heading back to his wing, but Krew was in no hurry to leave. I was tired and sweaty, in dire need of a shower, but also felt like there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
Noticing the sun at his back was now in my face, Krew lifted me up to move forward a few steps and out of the sun. But then he didn’t put my feet back on the ground right away, he just held me there, finishing his rather thorough kiss. So rather than dangle midair, I moved to wrap my legs around him. It was truly the only logical decision at hand. Any other decisions fell to the wayside.
So we stood there. Kissing in such a way that our ruse would be undeniable.
But with not a soul there to see it.
* * *
I walked into the bakery,the door slamming behind me.
“Jorah, quit slamming the door! You’re as bad as the customers.”
I grinned at my father. “Sorry.”
“Well?” he asked, hands on his hips.
I tossed him a piece of our favorite jerky and found my stool behind the counter.
My father’s eyes were green, his hair the same exact shade as mine. For some reason I had almost forgotten what he looked like for a moment. But now I remembered so vividly that forgetting what he looked like seemed impossible. Those green eyes were always so full of life and mischief. It was like he squeezed each day and demanded it to give him some sort of entertainment, so he was always laughing, always joking.
“Be careful, Jorah girl,” he said, his eyes on mine as he took a bite.
“When aren’t I?” I responded just like usual.
And then he spun toward my mother, grabbing her by the waist despite her working at the counter and swatting him away.
A song came out of nowhere and he grabbed for me. We spun around the bakery, dancing amid the flour and hecticness. If a customer came in, there’d be hell to pay with Mother. But it was just another slow day, so why not?
As he spun me away, I giggled.
Not hearing his laugh like I expected, I spun back to look at him just as he dropped my fingers. Black magic was everywhere, encasing him in webs of magic so thick I could already barely see him.
His voice was strained as he croaked out, “Run, Jorah. Run.”
I reached for him. If I touched the magic, it’d all disappear. I didn’t know anything about magic, but I did know that much.
I ran forward to my father, reaching out to touch the black magic.
But a guard wearing the royal colors came out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around my waist and hauling me back.
I stomped on the foot of whoever it was and somehow got free. I surged forward again, almost there. I could feel the buzz of magic, but then I was blown away with a strong wind.
I was up and moving immediately, reaching again for all that nasty black magic to destroy it. All I had to do was touch it. Touch it and it’d be gone.One touchand my father would be free.
I had just reached him, but then he was gone. Out of reach again. I spun around, and he was now where I had just been standing.
Moving forward again, I lunged for the magic. Just one touch. One touch would be all it took.
But again, as soon as I got there, falling to the floor where he’d been, he was gone, standing again where I had just been as I spun back around.
